Non-Fiction Living

As we were wheeling Jacob to CAT scan, she looked at Jeremy and me. Do you have other children? she asked. No, I said. She shook her head ...

The table was long, sleek, black and low to the ground. It evoked mid-century optimism by way of IM Pei. Like half the stuff in my own apa...

Either you're quieter than church or I'm deaf. Whatever it is, I don't hear a damn thing. This is like trying to listen for fa...

I arrive at the basement laundry room in my building. A young man is finishing up with the washers. Good timing. He'll unload his clot...

Kids grow up so fast. In the blink of an eye. The days are long, the years are short. And so on. Blah, blah. Kids grow up so fast except...

The dry air will greet me on the way inside of the apartment. I will turn on the lights because even though it's midday, it's dark...

The first things I wrote were hard. Touching the words would give you splinters. Tumbleweeds blew through. Then the locusts came. Later ev...